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nourish
We eat to sustain ourselves and we breathe to take a moment in time, a sustaining act in itself. The fresh air will revitalize you and you will find yourself thinking clearer, happier, and bouncier than before. You will know what to do.
lust
There are occasions when I wish I knew what was going to happen beforehand. Then I wouldn't end up with the same suggestion twice. It's like getting the same suggestion twice in a row for an improv show. "Hi, we're Reverse Tranny Surprise, can we get a suggestion?" "Lust!" "Umm, you gave us that LAST week." Of course, that's when a suggestion or show is even memorable enough to stick with you that long.
lust
One can give into their passions on a daily basis, and still be left unfulfilled, if the soul is not satisfied. I burn with longing for something specific, but what that is, is undefined. Will I recognize it when I see it?
failed
How apropos. As once again, the imagery conjured is me, dejected, sitting on a concrete step. I have never been good with money. Occasionally I am surprised I am not worse off than I am. I never have to wonder how good people get in shitty situations. I understand completely.
predict
Funnily enough, I predicted that anything I write today will be tinged with despair. Despite the sun shining brightly outside, it's one of those days, where I can't seem to get past all the anxieties that are building up, the ones I keep pushing away, which will eventually over-take me. Sweeping them away and ignoring them doesn't make them disappear. But at least I appear to be psychic. A little bit.
corner
Backed up, and boxed in Nervous, on needles and pins Shrinking down into the dark In the corner of this concrete park Await your fate
backpack
Hung on a chair Just sitting there Abandoned and dirty The owner's pushing thirty Crumpled brochures For places obscure Line the inside Of this well-worn, much-loved, bag-shaped piece of cowhide
montage
Improvisation has me saying yes to everything. I said yes a lot before, and got some great experiences under my belt. Now, I'm so busy, I have had to learn to say no. And as Ricky J reminds us, No Means No. Thanks Ricky J.
remember
This sort of thing is designed to make you nostalgic, retrospective, and pensive. Does anyone exist who DOESN'T have some regrets? Some questions, about what life would be like had you made one different choice? And the smallest things count. Things you wouldn't think matter, well, they always do.
canteen
Thirst slaked, I gazed up to the peak of the mountain. The cool breeze rifled stray hairs that had fallen out of my ponytail. I wasn't sure what I would find atop this peak, but I knew the view had to be worth it. I don't like to do anything that isn't worth it. Dropping the canteen on it's loop back to my hip, I took my equipment, and prepared for the last stretch.
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